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The Waiting Room
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2026-07-29 21:08:33
Spicy CandyThis book is nearing its end, and I’m feeling so emotional. Want to know a little secret? You guys helped shape this story. Every correction, every loophole you pointed out, and every comment you left helped me fix the things I missed. I read all your comments, and I’ve drawn so much inspiration from them. So, kudos to all of us, because we literally wrote this book together. This has become my best-performing book on the app, and that’s because of you. And oh… I finally got a major promotion! Remember when I complained to you guys about not getting one? Well, I finally received an Open Banner, and you all made it possible with your reviews, comments, and constant support. Thank you for believing in this story. Thank you for laughing, crying, screaming, and celebrating with me every step of the way.
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Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? The Waiting Room
RomanMy phone is already against my ear before I’ve fully pulled onto the road, Raven laid across the back seat, blood soaking dark into the leather beneath her.“I need a trauma team ready.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “Female, twenty-eight weeks pregnant, hit by a vehicle. Five minutes out.”“Sir, can you confirm her condition, is she conscious, is she breathing—”“Just have them ready.” I hang up before the voice on the other end can ask anything else, eyes flicking constantly to the mirror, checking the rise and fall of her chest.“Stay with me,” I say, to no one, to her, to whatever’s still listening. “You hear me? Stay with me.”Every light between the cemetery and the hospital gets run. My foot stays flat against the pedal, one hand braced back against the seat on every turn, trying to keep her from sliding.The staff are already outside when I stop the car, pulling the door open, lifting her onto a stretcher with careful, practiced hands. An oxygen mask goes over
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? Before the Blood
ROMANRaven is still a little red around the eyes when she reaches me, holding herself with that particular dignity she’s always worn like armor, the kind that doesn’t ask to be acknowledged.“You okay?” I ask.“More than okay.” And she means it. I can always tell.I open the door for her, watch her settle inside, and close it gently. Then I turn back toward the graves and walk the last stretch alone, back to Mario.“Hey, buddy.” My voice comes out rougher than I intend. “It’s been a while.”The quiet here has always felt less like absence and more like attention, the way Mario used to listen even when he wasn’t saying anything. Nothing about that has changed.“I stopped coming,” I tell him. “Told myself it was timing, then kept finding reasons to put it off. Truth is I couldn’t face you. Not after what happened between me and your daughter.”I say it plainly, because there’s no version of this conversation where I get to soften it.“I know exactly what that looks like from w
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? The visit
RavenI’ve been carrying the thought of this visit for weeks, the way you carry something fragile you’re afraid to set down wrong. I know the location. I know every name on every stone. What I haven’t had, until now, was something worth bringing them besides grief.Today I have that.I chose white lilies. Roman mentioned once, quietly, almost in passing, that Amara loved them, and I’ve held onto that small fact like it was mine to keep.He walks beside me from the car without a word, his hand resting light against my back, and when we reach the edge of the plot he stops.“I’ll be right here,” he says, nodding toward the car. “Take whatever time you need.”I nod, grateful he knows not to follow, and watch him walk back before I turn toward the five stones waiting for me.Mario. Amara. Jeffrey. Logan. Lucy.I kneel and lay a lily against each one, starting with my father’s, and for a long moment I just look at his name, trying to make the letters carved into granite mean somethi
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? Storeroom 🌶️
RavenI’m laughing, breathless, tugging Roman by the hand through the crowd still buzzing with applause, past waiters and champagne trays and half the city’s elite still staring after us, until we duck through a side door into a narrow storeroom stacked with folded linens and extra chairs.The door clicks shut behind us.I’m on him instantly, both hands fisting in his lapels, kissing him hard and messy, more teeth than technique, like something in me has finally been let off a leash it’s been straining against all night. He catches me by the waist, kissing me back just as fierce, and for a moment neither of us is breathing right.I pull back just enough to look up at him, chest heaving. “Are we really getting married? You’re actually going to make me your wife?”“Isn’t that what you wanted?”“But what do you want?”“I’ve wanted to put a ring on your finger more times than I can remember.” His voice is rough, low, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.“So I’ll be Mrs. Bel
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? The Proposal 🌹
RavenThe ballroom doors open at exactly one o’clock, and I stand at the top of the staircase for one long breath before I start down it.The dress is red I’m wearing is red. I chose it intentionally, over the safer golds and blush tones the stylist kept steering me toward. Red is bold. Red doesn’t apologize for taking up space in a room, and after everything it’s taken to get here, I’m done apologizing for existing.Every head in the ballroom turns as I descend.Roman meets me at the bottom of the staircase, offering his hand, and the moment my fingers close around his, a ripple of murmurs spreads outward through the crowd.“You look extraordinary,” he murmurs, close to my ear.“I feel extraordinary.”“Mr. Bellerie,” an older man in a blue suit calls out to Roman.“Mr. Silas.” Roman turns to me and lowers his voice. “I’ll be back.”Anaya appears at my side almost immediately, a glass of wine already in hand, eyes wide as she takes in the room, the chandeliers, the string qua
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? The Epic Eviction
Raven The lake house comes into view at the end of a long gravel drive, all glass and pale stone, the kind of place built to be photographed rather than lived in. I remember Vivienne posting about it once, some caption about peace and privacy, right around the time she was telling the entire country I stole her fiancé.Roman’s hand finds the small of my back as we approach the front doors, two of my security officers a step behind us, and a third figure beside them, a man in a plain grey suit carrying a folder, the court-appointed officer here to make sure today ends the way it’s supposed to.Roman stops just before we reach the entrance and turns to me.“Can you handle this?”“I want to enjoy this.” I meet his eyes, steady. “Don’t get involved unless I need you. Trust me to look after myself.”He studies me for a moment, then nods once, stepping back just slightly, close enough to intervene, far enough to let this be mine.The door opens before we even knock.Vivienne stands
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? Guilt
Raven“Come on Cousin. Don’t embarrass me in front of my potential date. It was one incident—”“There were several incidents.”“The bucket thing was an accident.”I look between them. “The bucket thing?”Anaya’s eyes light up. “Oh, she doesn’t know.”“She doesn’t need to know,” Jack says, pointing
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? Enemies
Roman Stepping into the office this morning, I’m reminded of all the problems that has compounded for me. “You actually did it, boss?” Marcus’s voice is low, controlled, but I hear the shock underneath it. He has worked for me long enough to know better than to wear his reactions openly. He isn’t
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? The Vivienne Cole
Raven“Vivienne is home. You will be nice to her.”That was what he called and told me when I was getting into the car.I am going to meet my soon-to-be stepmother. The irony of this whole situation is almost laughable.I am sitting in the back of this black limousine as James drives me to the pent
Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? Failed To Show Up
RavenI pull out my phone.Her name is Vivienne Cole. I’d known the name long before Roman ever did, everyone knew Vivienne Cole. She was Miss America at twenty-two, she has the kind of beauty that didn’t seem real, the kind you stared at as a little girl and genuinely wondered if she was a differe
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